Jack the Wanderer

In the heart of the city
Sits a tired recluse
In a car, while your are watching the evening news
He's got the blues
This man of many faces
In the street weary men move like a dying snake
One is oddly servile, hovering over the breaks
But they're all the same to the man of many faces
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer?
Where do you belong?
Where do you belong, Jack, I'm not talking about your home
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer
What did go wrong?
Look up your track, it's the dim way back to yourself
Sneaking across a busy earth of prowling automobiles
Turning rims reflect the fading light
The hero wheels into the night
(here comes the night)
And here's the first of the worst
Touching the shiny paint
Free of all concern
A dirt ball from the rain
He's gonna smear and stain
Mind your dangling shoe laces
Then a flash confession
Almost about to reveal
What the rearview-eyes cannot quite conceal
Anger is much too real in a man of many faces
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer?
Where do you belong?
Where do you belong, Jack, I'm not talking about your home
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer
What did go wrong?
Look up your track, it's the dim way back to yourself
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer?
Where do you belong?
Where do you belong, Jack, I'm not talking about your home
Where do you belong, Jack Wanderer
What did go wrong?
Look up your track, it's the dim way back to you
Lonely steps echo even in a quiet place